Let me just let the cat out of the bag right now: This is not an outfit post. Not even a little bit. So no, I am not parading the outfit in this post around as if it in any capacity should be mimicked. Just so you know I know it's not the coolest thing in the world. Capiche?
Anyway! I wrote here that I was heading out Central Oregon the weekend before last. Central Oregon is beautiful any time of year, stunningly beautiful in fact. The winter brings a bevy of snowfall and crested mountain tops. Summer comes with drowning sunlight, an abundance of rivers and endless natural beauty. It's all good over there so no matter when you go, you'll be a happy camper.
When we had our annual plans to go there a couple weeks ago for our dear friends' birthdays, I orchestrated Casa de Caitlin & Jay to take the Friday off and get on the road about noon so that we could get to Bend (our destination in Central Oregon) about 3 or 4. However, I soon had an epiphany that we should take one more step.
Kind of on the way (if you want it to be) is a town called Maupin, Oregon. It's a dinky little town that I have visited each summer to go white water rafting. I can count on one hand (if that) how many times I have missed that trip since I was six years old. It's a beloved tradition of mine.
^Portland>Maupin>Bend. (Friendly tip: If you ever come to Oregon, always avoid Salem.)
In the summer, the town is booming: People everywhere, loud music, open restaurants, water fights... it's the best. But with not much else with rafting that I could see to sustain it, I have always wondered how much it shuts down in the winter. So I decided we'd get my answer.
The plan was then set: We'd be out the door at 8 AM that day and make an entire day of this trek to Bend, OR. With a pit stop in Maupin so I could visit my favorite small town and see its Polar Express vibe.
So at 8 AM on Friday morning, we were out the door and on our way, comfy clothes on (hence our outfits), coffee in hand and some early mornin' music humming. We arrived in Maupin about 10 AM. And I immediately noticed the huge difference that I had always suspected of Summer vs Winter there.
^LEFT: Rafting with my Dad in Summer 2011: Bright, hot desert. RIGHT: The Jan. quietness of Maupin and its grey skies.
The town was just as quiet and sleepy as I suspected. And I imagine if you had no knowledge of how cool this little city is in the summer and it wasn't tied to 100 memories from your life, you'd probably pass through as quickly as you could. But not me. I love this little place and I wanted to be sure we saw my favorite waterfall in its winter glory as well.
^Dogs + Waterfalls kind of = scary h*ll.
After a lot of driving around and checking out the rapids I raft every summer- it was time to continue on our journey and head to Bend, Oregon. For someone who ALWAYS leaves late for road trips, it was so, so nice to be EARLY for once and leisurely making our way to the cabin. It really was the journey, not the destination and I adored soaking up the scenery without a vibrating phone with a million people asking how close I was. Leaving that early was a great decision.
And soon we arrived in Bend and in an effort to curb his high energy when everyone else stampeded inside, we made sure to run Chandler outside before the others arrived.
And yes, I pretty much wear that sweatshirt all the time when I'm at home. I love it. And I know how ugly it is (thanks Mom for the White Elephant 'joke' gift that I use as a regular gift, lol). But like I said, we left at 8 AM for a long, cozy drive and it was all about comfort, not style. And "Go Bulls!" always: One-part Michael Jordan. One-Part Chicago obsession.
I hope you're dressed better and having a simply wonderful day!